As it's almost 5 years since Doomsday has occurred, I'm wondering what I do now? My life has changed and I've grown, but it's a different direction than I had anticipated 4 and half years ago. I have a boyfriend and we're moving in together in April. I have a steady job, but am looking for a career that is higher pay and less stress.
Moving on is effortless and difficult at the same time. My bad days are still not normal person bad days. I get depressed on a bad day and have dark thoughts. The good thing is that now I can recognize them and get out of them pretty quickly. Part of the process of moving forward is downsizing. I don't have the sweater I wore that day because I had lost weight and it was too big. I still have a box of his e-mails, which will probably go into the storage locker. I'm not willing to let them go because they were so positive. I miss that relationship.
I guess what I should be working on is figuring out what I want to do for a career. I don't know honestly. I want to help and empower people in some way. I'm looking towards education, but what brings me joy is History. I feel like I'm a little more lost than I was before the incident happened.
It's time to reflect, soul search and think.
Friday, July 7, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Cherry Blossoms
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I, went to the Cherry Blossom Festival at the Botanical Gardens in Brooklyn. We were talking about it before I went to Israel on vacation, but he surprised me with the tickets upon my return. It was a magical day and probably one of my best in a long time. I guess that means that I'm almost fully recovered.
It was a very long, warm day. We got up at 7 for the train, which is across the street from my apartment. The ride was not remarkable, but it was a cool morning, so I was wearing a little jacket and a hat. It did get up to 85 degrees, but it was sunny with a nice breeze. We walked around a bit before the opening ceremony where I got to take some pictures of the flowers. They have quite an impressive collection from all over the world.
We had lunch during the opening ceremony. He had made wraps, chicken and ham. The honey mustard on the chicken was too spicy for me, but I did my best to eat it. The drums were impressive. The girl's costumes were beautiful. I felt very at peace underneath the blossoms watching a performance with someone I love. We then tried to make the tea ceremony, but it had hit capacity, so it was more wandering the garden.
We looked at the vendors. I was good and didn't buy anything though there were some gorgeous hair pieces I would have loved to get. Perhaps the next time. My boyfriend did buy some books and played a game of go while I rested. I've been having feet problems, so this was a lot of walking for me. We also entered a raffle from the Bonsai society, which we won. We got a substantial sized bonsai tree. It's beautiful and will require care.
After more wanderings and pictures, we finally made it to the tea ceremony. It was like being transported to a different world. I felt the serenity that the ceremony was supposed to instill. There was beauty in its tradition that I could appreciate. I was super sweaty at this point, but I enjoyed the grace and explanations.
At the end of the day, we headed back to the train station only to find out that we had to wait 2 hours for the train! What were we to do? I remembered advice from my dad that there are reasonably priced restaurants on 2nd ave. We walked the few blocks and picked a Mexican Cantina. They said there would be a 20% tip included, which was fine. I had tacos and he had a quesadilla. We shared bottomless chips and salsa. Oh, that salsa trio was divine. I wish we could bottle it and take it home. We paid less than $20 per person for that meal. It was an excellent end to an excellent day.
I look forward to more excellent days. There are far fewer bad days than there have been in the past. There is hope, beauty and love in my life. Hopefully, the adventures and goodness will continue.
It was a very long, warm day. We got up at 7 for the train, which is across the street from my apartment. The ride was not remarkable, but it was a cool morning, so I was wearing a little jacket and a hat. It did get up to 85 degrees, but it was sunny with a nice breeze. We walked around a bit before the opening ceremony where I got to take some pictures of the flowers. They have quite an impressive collection from all over the world.
We had lunch during the opening ceremony. He had made wraps, chicken and ham. The honey mustard on the chicken was too spicy for me, but I did my best to eat it. The drums were impressive. The girl's costumes were beautiful. I felt very at peace underneath the blossoms watching a performance with someone I love. We then tried to make the tea ceremony, but it had hit capacity, so it was more wandering the garden.
After more wanderings and pictures, we finally made it to the tea ceremony. It was like being transported to a different world. I felt the serenity that the ceremony was supposed to instill. There was beauty in its tradition that I could appreciate. I was super sweaty at this point, but I enjoyed the grace and explanations.
At the end of the day, we headed back to the train station only to find out that we had to wait 2 hours for the train! What were we to do? I remembered advice from my dad that there are reasonably priced restaurants on 2nd ave. We walked the few blocks and picked a Mexican Cantina. They said there would be a 20% tip included, which was fine. I had tacos and he had a quesadilla. We shared bottomless chips and salsa. Oh, that salsa trio was divine. I wish we could bottle it and take it home. We paid less than $20 per person for that meal. It was an excellent end to an excellent day.
I look forward to more excellent days. There are far fewer bad days than there have been in the past. There is hope, beauty and love in my life. Hopefully, the adventures and goodness will continue.
Friday, March 31, 2017
Israel
I have to apologize for not writing for so long. I have been a bit preoccupied looking for another job and having a steady boyfriend. I also took a two week vacation to Israel, which was both restorative and enlightening.
I have to say that Israel is both warmer and brighter than where I live now. Aside from missing my boyfriend, I didn't feel depressed or down at all. I wouldn't even need my light box if I was there more often. I also have to say that it is quite a peaceful place. There are not bombs going off left and right. There aren't people being stabbed left and right in the streets. Yes, there is extra security and soldiers, but that's just daily life.
I saw such beautiful things. In Jerusalem, we went to the Austrian Hospice in the heart of Jerusalem. It has a garden and it was so peaceful in the middle of the bustling old city. I bought myself a gorgeous enameled mezzuzah for my door. There is also an amazing culinary scene in Israel. I had some great food, especially falafel.
I went down to Kibbutz Sa'ad, which is about 5 miles from Gaza. There were amazing programs going on there. They have a dairy farm where the adults work. There were also different smaller animals that the children take care of like peacocks and goats. There is also a sewing building where many of the retired women make felt books for kids that teach them about holidays as well as how to count, match colors and tie shoes. The people there did not live in fear, they live their lives.
My favorite day was Purim. It was like Halloween in the States, but amped up. Everyone dresses up and there is music, games and parades. Then I went to the beach. I got seashells and walked in the Mediterranean Sea. It was a little cold, but the waves were pretty. My dad was sitting on the beach watching and singing to Gaga. It was a brilliant experience.
While I was there I made some decisions. The first was that I needed a career change. I've been in retail pharmacy for almost 3 years and the truth is that I don't like the public that much. The second is that I will have a committed relationship with my boyfriend. This seems to be going well as he said he loved me for the first time while I was away. The third is that I will get healthy. Exercise is my biggest challenge for this part, but I'm sure I will be able to get it done. I have a new perspective on myself and have recharged batteries. Time to make the changes.
I have to say that Israel is both warmer and brighter than where I live now. Aside from missing my boyfriend, I didn't feel depressed or down at all. I wouldn't even need my light box if I was there more often. I also have to say that it is quite a peaceful place. There are not bombs going off left and right. There aren't people being stabbed left and right in the streets. Yes, there is extra security and soldiers, but that's just daily life.
I saw such beautiful things. In Jerusalem, we went to the Austrian Hospice in the heart of Jerusalem. It has a garden and it was so peaceful in the middle of the bustling old city. I bought myself a gorgeous enameled mezzuzah for my door. There is also an amazing culinary scene in Israel. I had some great food, especially falafel.
I went down to Kibbutz Sa'ad, which is about 5 miles from Gaza. There were amazing programs going on there. They have a dairy farm where the adults work. There were also different smaller animals that the children take care of like peacocks and goats. There is also a sewing building where many of the retired women make felt books for kids that teach them about holidays as well as how to count, match colors and tie shoes. The people there did not live in fear, they live their lives.
My favorite day was Purim. It was like Halloween in the States, but amped up. Everyone dresses up and there is music, games and parades. Then I went to the beach. I got seashells and walked in the Mediterranean Sea. It was a little cold, but the waves were pretty. My dad was sitting on the beach watching and singing to Gaga. It was a brilliant experience.
While I was there I made some decisions. The first was that I needed a career change. I've been in retail pharmacy for almost 3 years and the truth is that I don't like the public that much. The second is that I will have a committed relationship with my boyfriend. This seems to be going well as he said he loved me for the first time while I was away. The third is that I will get healthy. Exercise is my biggest challenge for this part, but I'm sure I will be able to get it done. I have a new perspective on myself and have recharged batteries. Time to make the changes.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
4 Years On
It's coming onto the 4th anniversary of Doomsday. The day that ended my old life. A lot has happened over the last 4 years and would like to go over all the improvements that have happened, as well as some of the things I need to improve on.
It's said that it takes 4 years to get over trauma and there are feelings associated. The first year is about getting back to functional. I don't remember much about that first year because it was just hazy days of gray. I remember the 2 worst days and the day of the incident. None of which, I wish, to rehash. The second year is dealing with anger because there is a lot of blame and self blame. I know that what happened was not my fault. The anger was the reason I lost my old crappy job, which was for the best. The third year, you're mostly sad. For me, the sadness would go away and come back. I think the major source of the sadness dissipating is that I found a really wonderful partner. Year 4 is about feeling better and starting to move on, which is the stage I'm at. Year 5 is pretty much recovery.
I have been off the anti-depressants for a year. I feel mostly stable off them. My major triggers now are my job, since I'm overqualified and underpaid and my financial situation for the above listed reason. As I was recovering, I was focusing more on that instead of my career that I got two degrees for. I am now slowly working towards a career instead of going from underpaying job to underpaying job. With that goal in mind, I can start chipping away at the debt mountain that happened because of the trauma care (it's at least $1000 on one credit card). Sometimes I miss Rose, but it is only occasionally.
I still have things to work on. I am still working on getting my weight down (7lbs down in 9 months) to a happy level, which for me would be 175lbs. While I am changing my diet, I also need to exercise and stretch more. Since I keep re-injuring my ankle, I think I am stuck with light exercises like walking or swimming. I would like to be a size 12. I'd still be curvy, but not as jiggly. I gained a lot of weight because of the trauma. Barely being able to move will add to the waistline.
I am quite happy with the fact that I am becoming more social and getting involved with the communities that I belong to. I hope to be able to see my friends more an accomplish more of my goals. I will be going to Israel this year and taking a balloon ride. I'm hoping to pay off 1 credit card this year. I am making plans for the future with my partner. We don't have a conventional relationship, but I'm not a conventional person. We support each other and make each other happy.
This year seems to be full of potential changes. Things are looking up and for the better. I'm actually looking forward to the future.
It's said that it takes 4 years to get over trauma and there are feelings associated. The first year is about getting back to functional. I don't remember much about that first year because it was just hazy days of gray. I remember the 2 worst days and the day of the incident. None of which, I wish, to rehash. The second year is dealing with anger because there is a lot of blame and self blame. I know that what happened was not my fault. The anger was the reason I lost my old crappy job, which was for the best. The third year, you're mostly sad. For me, the sadness would go away and come back. I think the major source of the sadness dissipating is that I found a really wonderful partner. Year 4 is about feeling better and starting to move on, which is the stage I'm at. Year 5 is pretty much recovery.
I have been off the anti-depressants for a year. I feel mostly stable off them. My major triggers now are my job, since I'm overqualified and underpaid and my financial situation for the above listed reason. As I was recovering, I was focusing more on that instead of my career that I got two degrees for. I am now slowly working towards a career instead of going from underpaying job to underpaying job. With that goal in mind, I can start chipping away at the debt mountain that happened because of the trauma care (it's at least $1000 on one credit card). Sometimes I miss Rose, but it is only occasionally.
I still have things to work on. I am still working on getting my weight down (7lbs down in 9 months) to a happy level, which for me would be 175lbs. While I am changing my diet, I also need to exercise and stretch more. Since I keep re-injuring my ankle, I think I am stuck with light exercises like walking or swimming. I would like to be a size 12. I'd still be curvy, but not as jiggly. I gained a lot of weight because of the trauma. Barely being able to move will add to the waistline.
I am quite happy with the fact that I am becoming more social and getting involved with the communities that I belong to. I hope to be able to see my friends more an accomplish more of my goals. I will be going to Israel this year and taking a balloon ride. I'm hoping to pay off 1 credit card this year. I am making plans for the future with my partner. We don't have a conventional relationship, but I'm not a conventional person. We support each other and make each other happy.
This year seems to be full of potential changes. Things are looking up and for the better. I'm actually looking forward to the future.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Body Positive.
Yesterday, I did something that I never thought I would do. However, my goal this year is to be healthier and more body positive. So, In addition to stop drinking soda (day 15 without and counting), I worked as a nude art model for a drawing class. It was one of the best decisions that I have ever made.
It wasn't exactly like the picture, but it was in the same vein. I got there early since it was my first time posing and wanted some direction. I had my boyfriend come to because I took half an Ativan due to anxiety. I'm not thin or beautiful. I am curvy, have spider veins due to injury and have cellulite. However figure drawing is not about drawing straight lines. I did three 30 second action poses. Those were easy as were the 1 minute poses. The 5 minute was challenging as was the 10 minute pose. The 20 minute pose was difficult. I had to break the pose on my upper body because it was so hard to stay still with my arms raised at an angle. The comfort that I had was that my boyfriend stayed and was allowed to draw as he knows the instructor, hence how I heard of the job in the first place. His first drawing was a stick figure with boobs.
My last pose was of me lying down in a classic art pose. It was about an hour and the final drawings were amazing. The students ranged in age from 18-65. There were a few professional artists that were doing skills refreshers. The students were quite impressive and some of the drawings will be going into their portfolios for college credit.
As for me, I'm still feeling giddy and confident about my body. It was a full body work out doing 2 hours of posing staying absolutely still. I received good feedback from both the instructors and the artists. The artists didn't know that this was my first time posing. I was trying to be as calm and serene as possible. My boyfriend even gave me his last drawing.
It was a great experience and would do it again in an instant.
It wasn't exactly like the picture, but it was in the same vein. I got there early since it was my first time posing and wanted some direction. I had my boyfriend come to because I took half an Ativan due to anxiety. I'm not thin or beautiful. I am curvy, have spider veins due to injury and have cellulite. However figure drawing is not about drawing straight lines. I did three 30 second action poses. Those were easy as were the 1 minute poses. The 5 minute was challenging as was the 10 minute pose. The 20 minute pose was difficult. I had to break the pose on my upper body because it was so hard to stay still with my arms raised at an angle. The comfort that I had was that my boyfriend stayed and was allowed to draw as he knows the instructor, hence how I heard of the job in the first place. His first drawing was a stick figure with boobs.
My last pose was of me lying down in a classic art pose. It was about an hour and the final drawings were amazing. The students ranged in age from 18-65. There were a few professional artists that were doing skills refreshers. The students were quite impressive and some of the drawings will be going into their portfolios for college credit.
As for me, I'm still feeling giddy and confident about my body. It was a full body work out doing 2 hours of posing staying absolutely still. I received good feedback from both the instructors and the artists. The artists didn't know that this was my first time posing. I was trying to be as calm and serene as possible. My boyfriend even gave me his last drawing.
It was a great experience and would do it again in an instant.
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| Drawing by Brian O'Connor. Used with permission. |
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
2017 Goals or Being Brave
2016 had a lot of ups and downs for me and for everyone. Still not over the fact that 3 of my favorite artists are now gone. As Captain Jack Sparrow said, "The World's the same. There's just less in it." We had a terrible election in this country that was just full of terrible choices. Yet, I now have a great boyfriend and a place to live and keep exploring cooking. The downside is that I'm drowning in debt and need to continue recovering from trauma.
I hope in 2017 to be brave. I want to reduce my debt load as much as possible, so it will be even more of not going out or buying clothes or shoes unless absolutely necessary. I will also stop bringing my wallet into work and carrying credit cards. I also want to see my friends more and possibly make new ones. I know that this might require money, but it's not necessarily true. I mean I have movies and can make popcorn. I also want to have a tea party again, but that takes some planning. My friend gave me a coupon book, so that could help me tremendously.
I would also like to be more comfortable with myself. My job makes me feel like crap because it's very stressful and it really shouldn't be. I am taking a real vacation for the first time in 4 years. I am going to visit my parents in Israel, which is costing me very little. I think while I am there, I will have time to make a plan and decide what I really want.
I will be cutting out soda as of January 1. I will try my best to eat healthy even though I won't be able to get as many fresh ingredients as I would like. Hopefully, my friend will visit for a cooking weekend this year. This might get me better at planning meals and being able to make my own bagels. I don't want to use the things in my pantry or my gift cards just yet because that would mean that I have failed as an adult. I am not great at asking for help.
I also want to be happy with my body. I am 50lbs over what my goal weight is. Even with the weight loss, I'll still be curvy, but not as big. I should also be able to do the physical activities I like with greater ease. I also contacted an art professor at the local college to be a model for one of their drawing classes. Part of that is to be around people who have artistic talent and partly to be more comfortable with my body. I also think having a contact in the college, might help me get a job there eventually.
I would also like to be able to be me. The real not depressed me. I know the depression will be there lurking even in remission. I just want to be better at ignoring it. Better at dealing with it. I just want to be better in 2017.
I hope in 2017 to be brave. I want to reduce my debt load as much as possible, so it will be even more of not going out or buying clothes or shoes unless absolutely necessary. I will also stop bringing my wallet into work and carrying credit cards. I also want to see my friends more and possibly make new ones. I know that this might require money, but it's not necessarily true. I mean I have movies and can make popcorn. I also want to have a tea party again, but that takes some planning. My friend gave me a coupon book, so that could help me tremendously.
I would also like to be more comfortable with myself. My job makes me feel like crap because it's very stressful and it really shouldn't be. I am taking a real vacation for the first time in 4 years. I am going to visit my parents in Israel, which is costing me very little. I think while I am there, I will have time to make a plan and decide what I really want.
I will be cutting out soda as of January 1. I will try my best to eat healthy even though I won't be able to get as many fresh ingredients as I would like. Hopefully, my friend will visit for a cooking weekend this year. This might get me better at planning meals and being able to make my own bagels. I don't want to use the things in my pantry or my gift cards just yet because that would mean that I have failed as an adult. I am not great at asking for help.
I also want to be happy with my body. I am 50lbs over what my goal weight is. Even with the weight loss, I'll still be curvy, but not as big. I should also be able to do the physical activities I like with greater ease. I also contacted an art professor at the local college to be a model for one of their drawing classes. Part of that is to be around people who have artistic talent and partly to be more comfortable with my body. I also think having a contact in the college, might help me get a job there eventually.
I would also like to be able to be me. The real not depressed me. I know the depression will be there lurking even in remission. I just want to be better at ignoring it. Better at dealing with it. I just want to be better in 2017.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
She Was My Friend
I haven't written in a while. Not because I didn't want to, but because I lost track of time due to struggle. I've been working far too much, struggling with finances and then I found out a friend of mine had passed away. I hadn't spoken to her in years because we took different paths, but she was a friend. Her passing has troubled me since I had found out the details.
Like me, she was different. I think that's how we became friends in the first place. We never quite fit into the drum corps that we both belonged to. She would end up not rejoining, while I did it all through high school. To me, she seemed so strong, so outgoing, and open. I was not really any of those things growing up. I was always a bit shy and would never be described as bubbly. As we got older we were in the same friend group even if we weren't close. She was there.
She went into the army and had two kids. I went to college and traveled Europe. The one thing that we had in common was that we struggled. I have had depression on and off since high school. These depression spells have made a lot of my memories fuzzy. There were times when she couldn't get out of bed. I had no idea that any of this was going on and yet, I was caught up in my own whirlwind of darkness to notice much else. I apologize to my friends and family for that.
My friend took her own life according to the coroner, but there were some oddities around it, which I will not go into. Part of me is in shock because I always thought she was so tough and strong. Yet the damaged part of me knows the lies that depression can tell. It's easy to believe those lies especially with the odd circumstances. The fact that she is no longer here, physically hurts me in a way that I cannot describe and for reasons I don't fully understand.
My high school friend group had a memorial for her this past weekend. It was sad and it was beautiful. We had all the pictures from high school up. She was so loved, by so many. We had some crazy stories and it was good to see my old friends, yet it was sad that we had to get back together under those circumstances. We all went on with our lives that I feel almost like an outsider. The most beautiful thing was that her sisters brought a mini urn encased in a pewter rose so that our friend could be with us as we remembered her.
Even now, I'm struggling with myself and the fact that I know that darkness and despair. I sometimes feel like an outsider even among my friends. I feel alone. I wish I was able to see my friends more, but with a retail schedule, a boyfriend, and friends with kids etc, it gets a bit difficult to spend time with the people I care about.
As for my friend being gone, my new rabbi shared a story about loss during one of her sermons. It wasn't a story of hers, but it was of a man who was recounting his first encounter with death (a pet canary) and the information operator he would speak to as a child. The operator told the child, after he asked why did his pet have to die, that there were other worlds to sing in. Now that my friend is gone, I take comfort that she is singing in another world. There are always other worlds to sing in.
Like me, she was different. I think that's how we became friends in the first place. We never quite fit into the drum corps that we both belonged to. She would end up not rejoining, while I did it all through high school. To me, she seemed so strong, so outgoing, and open. I was not really any of those things growing up. I was always a bit shy and would never be described as bubbly. As we got older we were in the same friend group even if we weren't close. She was there.
She went into the army and had two kids. I went to college and traveled Europe. The one thing that we had in common was that we struggled. I have had depression on and off since high school. These depression spells have made a lot of my memories fuzzy. There were times when she couldn't get out of bed. I had no idea that any of this was going on and yet, I was caught up in my own whirlwind of darkness to notice much else. I apologize to my friends and family for that.
My friend took her own life according to the coroner, but there were some oddities around it, which I will not go into. Part of me is in shock because I always thought she was so tough and strong. Yet the damaged part of me knows the lies that depression can tell. It's easy to believe those lies especially with the odd circumstances. The fact that she is no longer here, physically hurts me in a way that I cannot describe and for reasons I don't fully understand.
My high school friend group had a memorial for her this past weekend. It was sad and it was beautiful. We had all the pictures from high school up. She was so loved, by so many. We had some crazy stories and it was good to see my old friends, yet it was sad that we had to get back together under those circumstances. We all went on with our lives that I feel almost like an outsider. The most beautiful thing was that her sisters brought a mini urn encased in a pewter rose so that our friend could be with us as we remembered her.
Even now, I'm struggling with myself and the fact that I know that darkness and despair. I sometimes feel like an outsider even among my friends. I feel alone. I wish I was able to see my friends more, but with a retail schedule, a boyfriend, and friends with kids etc, it gets a bit difficult to spend time with the people I care about.
As for my friend being gone, my new rabbi shared a story about loss during one of her sermons. It wasn't a story of hers, but it was of a man who was recounting his first encounter with death (a pet canary) and the information operator he would speak to as a child. The operator told the child, after he asked why did his pet have to die, that there were other worlds to sing in. Now that my friend is gone, I take comfort that she is singing in another world. There are always other worlds to sing in.
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